Free as can be
With a few drinks in me
The artist starts to come out to play
I invited him to the party
To see
How he’ll do
But
The judge sits back
Somewhere
And watches.
I wish I could stop him
Tape his mouth shut
And blindfold him
But I’m not there yet
And he
Watches
From a distance
Judging.
I am
Almost free
From me.
-C.H.
Why is it that we are so eager to appreciate the beauty of a: flower, or a waterfall, or the stars, or a sunset; but we are hardly ever that open to seeing the beauty in each other? Why is that, dear
“A simple request” she says, “Speak to me in poem, intrigue my mind with your words, genuine and authentic, for your words become actions, are the framework of our relationship, and have the power to
There’s a camera on top of the building Next to this one And it points Right at me I lift up my shirt And flash it my hairy nipple Then I give it the finger It moves with me Turning as I walk away fro
